Pairing-Smacked
Rating-Very, very close to an R.
Disclaimer-as before, I own nothing
Please review! :)
Mac forcefully pushed Stella up against the scarlet red, smooth wall of his bedroom of his apartment, pinning her against it. Stella felt strong hands plant themselves on her wrists and then gently, yet expertly, pinned those against the wall as well. The rest of her body was pushed up by his own body weight. She could feel his warmth, his heat. She felt his abdominal muscles tightened and felt his heart race. He smirked at her, taking in all that he had done. And all that he was going to do.
Taste. I’m mere inches away from tasting, experiencing, dealing, and doing SOMETHING with my ‘boss.’ I cannot believe it. I feel like I’m dough in his hands and he has the power to position me and morph me in any way that he sees fit. He knows it too. That’s what the hottest part about this is.
“Really Mac? Really? Pinning me up against your wall? Isn’t that like the OLDEST ‘how to seduce someone’ trick in the book? You do realize that, being that my legs are still free, I could theoretically, well, kick you somewhe-”
Stella was cut off by Mac grabbing her and throwing her down on his bed. His bed with dark chocolate brown silk sheets. I wonder if Mac has any red rose pedals. He would look too good just wearing those. On his bed. With a look of pure lust and pure desire. With me on top of him. Fast rhythm to an internal beat. A beat within the both of us. Us making that beat. Us. Together. In sexual paradise. Finally.
“You were saying, Stella? Never underestimate the power of me. You have no idea what I’m capable of doing.” He said, in a purr, while swiftly handcuffing her arms to the oak bedposts.
Stella struggled and tried to get out of the handcuffs, completely surprised, and yet completely turned on, that Mac would do something like that.
“Don’t even think about it, Stella. You aren’t going to be getting out of them any time soon,” he got on the bed cat-esque and started, on a prowl, towards her on his hands and knees, “And, if anything, I know my way around a pair of handcuffs. I know how to use them. Very, very well.” Mac said, now straddling her.
Its happening. Its FINALLY happening! This, this something that I’ve waited for forever, is finally happening. This must have been what Lindsay felt like…the only MAJOR difference is, Danny is obviously not Mac. I mean, Danny doesn’t have the chutzpah, the strength, the aura of power, that irresistible sexy domineering effect, and, most importantly of all…that voice…and those eyes…A tingle of erotic libido surged down her spine, making her shudder violently with lust.
“You’re shuddering already? I haven’t even touched you. Yet.” Mac said, with a sly smirk, mounting Stella. Mac’s warm, muscular body, in conjunction with his aphrodisiac-esque natural scent, on top of Stella awoke her from her daydream. During Stella’s mini daydream, she didn’t realize that Mac’s face was right in front of her. There was something magical within his eyes. It was something that was higher than that, higher than possibly human. God-like. A weird pulsation, like a burst of kinetic energy seem to emit from his eyes and travel at the speed of light into her eyes. It spread like fire within her. Her pupils dilated greedily to eagerly take in the fire within his eyes. The fire caressed every nerve, and every fiber of her being. With it, a multitude of urges, thoughts, passions, and images raced in front of her eyes, as her brain started to prepare itself to remember what was going to happen, and most importantly, what she was going to do to him.
Mac nuzzled into Stella’s upper jaw, and started planting soft and light kisses across her jaw line and down into her neck. He gently bit her neck, while caressing her angelic body. He then kissed her softly, and then pressed harder and harder and harder into her lips so she could taste everything about him. Taste. Oh my God he tastes so unbelievable. He’s like Heaven. My own personal Heaven. She moaned after what seemed like hours of finally feeling his taste inside her mouth.
“Let’s see how high your voice can go, Stella.” He said softly as he undid the handcuffs.
The moment Stella was free, her eyes were full of the same fire, the same pulsation that his eyes had been full of and she pounced on him. She rolled him over so now she was on top of him.
“Oh no, Mac. I believe let’s see how high your voice can go and see what you’re really made of, other than just talk.” Stella said, whispering sensually into his ear.
She kissed him deeply and passionately, while his hands roamed over her back and her curves. She moved down and bit hard on his neck, and along his collarbone. She undid his buttons on dark chocolate brown shirt, that tease of a shirt, with her tongue. As more and more of his skin, the skin that she had craved, desired, and wanted, was revealed, she felt a tingling sensation somewhere down below her waist. She got halfway down his shirt, and, out of pleasure, Stella tore off the rest of his shirt and flung it off his bed. It fluttered down, almost in slow motion, like in a dream, before it made gentle impact with the floor below. She started touching and caressing his hard, smooth, chest with delicate and precise fingers. Touching every pressure point, and feeling the tiny wisps of hair that lead somewhere down his pants, and his quite enlarged member, in her fingers. Mac let out a gasp and Stella felt his heart beat quicken. His gasp erupted something within Stella. The animal within her had overcome her and she looked down at Mac as the prey, with her as the lioness. She started attacking Mac with bites, caresses, touches, and kisses all over his body, worshiping him. Shortly thereafter, Mac overcame her, picked her up, and tossed her on top of the bed, throwing himself on top of her.
“Well, well, well. Look who knows how to seduce somebody.”
“See for yourself, Mac. Someone looks a little bit happy to see me.”
Mac winked at her and proceeded to take off her shirt. He picked her up, and undid her bra with her teeth. He traced her breasts and teased her nipples with his tongue. Stella moaned a little bit louder than she had before. He kissed and caressed her as he made his way down her breasts to her stomach. Stella’s brain screamed at her demanding her to take off his clothes so she could finally see what Mac Taylor had been hiding from the world all this time.
“These pants are terribly annoying, Stella. They must go.”
He tugged at her belt of her dress pants, undid them, and took them off in one swift motion. He pressed his mouth into the soft, silky material of her underwear, and flicked his tongue expertly in her. Stella arched her back a little bit and her moan increased in both volume and pitch.
“It would seem that someone is also a bit happy to see me as well.”
His voice was like a tidal wave caused by a powerful hurricane. Crashing into her. Engulfing her. It echoed off the inner workings of her ear, and reverberated within her body, her heart, and at the exact part where Mac had just licked her. Oh God. I am so incredibly turned on and horny right now. I feel like anything he does would just make me erupt. He’s morphed me into his slave. His play toy. Now I know exactly why his voice has the ability to turn into a bedroom voice. It’s where he becomes alive. Where he becomes a magical being. Where he becomes a dominatrix. Sex Personified.
“Hey, no fair. You have to take off your pants down because if not, you know for a fact that I sure will, Mac.”
Mac leapt off the bed, and, much like an erotic dancer took off his pants. Slowly. Sensually. He could feel her pleasure increase as he himself let out a soft moan as he touched him, after he was completely naked. After climbing on top of the bed again, he made his way to Stella’s underwear, and took it off. He crawled back on Stella, so they were facing each other once again.
“You sure you want to do this, Stella? We can turn back right now if you don’t want too. I just want to make sure that you really want this.”
“Mac, trust me. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than you right now.”
Mac entered Stella very gently. They started into a rhythm rather quickly.
Stella gasped and screamed Mac’s name while her eyes started fluttering.
“Yes, Stella?”
Stella opened up her eyes. Sunlight was bathing her and the red walls around her. Oh shit. It was only a dream. A dream that will bring me no closer to feeling, touching, caressing, biting, licking, and kissing Mac.
“Yes, Stella?”
Little beads of sweat started trickling very slowly from Stella’s forehead. That voice. She turned to her left and was met with deep hazel eyes. Mac’s.
“What....?! Did we..how did you…uh…?! Why am I….?!”
Mac propped himself up so his head was on his shoulder, laughed, and said, “Yes, Stella. We did. Well, in your dream we did. It was really fun seeing you moan and move sexually around the bed.”
“Then how did I get in your apartment, Mac?”
“Well, let’s just say that I thought that you would be safer in my presence.” His face tensed up and he looked angry. He continued in his bedroom voice, his voice, that voice, “But, you’re in for one hell of night, Stella.”
Stella could already feel herself getting turned on.
~Fin
Rating-Very, very close to an R.
Disclaimer-as before, I own nothing
Please review! :)
Mac forcefully pushed Stella up against the scarlet red, smooth wall of his bedroom of his apartment, pinning her against it. Stella felt strong hands plant themselves on her wrists and then gently, yet expertly, pinned those against the wall as well. The rest of her body was pushed up by his own body weight. She could feel his warmth, his heat. She felt his abdominal muscles tightened and felt his heart race. He smirked at her, taking in all that he had done. And all that he was going to do.
Taste. I’m mere inches away from tasting, experiencing, dealing, and doing SOMETHING with my ‘boss.’ I cannot believe it. I feel like I’m dough in his hands and he has the power to position me and morph me in any way that he sees fit. He knows it too. That’s what the hottest part about this is.
“Really Mac? Really? Pinning me up against your wall? Isn’t that like the OLDEST ‘how to seduce someone’ trick in the book? You do realize that, being that my legs are still free, I could theoretically, well, kick you somewhe-”
Stella was cut off by Mac grabbing her and throwing her down on his bed. His bed with dark chocolate brown silk sheets. I wonder if Mac has any red rose pedals. He would look too good just wearing those. On his bed. With a look of pure lust and pure desire. With me on top of him. Fast rhythm to an internal beat. A beat within the both of us. Us making that beat. Us. Together. In sexual paradise. Finally.
“You were saying, Stella? Never underestimate the power of me. You have no idea what I’m capable of doing.” He said, in a purr, while swiftly handcuffing her arms to the oak bedposts.
Stella struggled and tried to get out of the handcuffs, completely surprised, and yet completely turned on, that Mac would do something like that.
“Don’t even think about it, Stella. You aren’t going to be getting out of them any time soon,” he got on the bed cat-esque and started, on a prowl, towards her on his hands and knees, “And, if anything, I know my way around a pair of handcuffs. I know how to use them. Very, very well.” Mac said, now straddling her.
Its happening. Its FINALLY happening! This, this something that I’ve waited for forever, is finally happening. This must have been what Lindsay felt like…the only MAJOR difference is, Danny is obviously not Mac. I mean, Danny doesn’t have the chutzpah, the strength, the aura of power, that irresistible sexy domineering effect, and, most importantly of all…that voice…and those eyes…A tingle of erotic libido surged down her spine, making her shudder violently with lust.
“You’re shuddering already? I haven’t even touched you. Yet.” Mac said, with a sly smirk, mounting Stella. Mac’s warm, muscular body, in conjunction with his aphrodisiac-esque natural scent, on top of Stella awoke her from her daydream. During Stella’s mini daydream, she didn’t realize that Mac’s face was right in front of her. There was something magical within his eyes. It was something that was higher than that, higher than possibly human. God-like. A weird pulsation, like a burst of kinetic energy seem to emit from his eyes and travel at the speed of light into her eyes. It spread like fire within her. Her pupils dilated greedily to eagerly take in the fire within his eyes. The fire caressed every nerve, and every fiber of her being. With it, a multitude of urges, thoughts, passions, and images raced in front of her eyes, as her brain started to prepare itself to remember what was going to happen, and most importantly, what she was going to do to him.
Mac nuzzled into Stella’s upper jaw, and started planting soft and light kisses across her jaw line and down into her neck. He gently bit her neck, while caressing her angelic body. He then kissed her softly, and then pressed harder and harder and harder into her lips so she could taste everything about him. Taste. Oh my God he tastes so unbelievable. He’s like Heaven. My own personal Heaven. She moaned after what seemed like hours of finally feeling his taste inside her mouth.
“Let’s see how high your voice can go, Stella.” He said softly as he undid the handcuffs.
The moment Stella was free, her eyes were full of the same fire, the same pulsation that his eyes had been full of and she pounced on him. She rolled him over so now she was on top of him.
“Oh no, Mac. I believe let’s see how high your voice can go and see what you’re really made of, other than just talk.” Stella said, whispering sensually into his ear.
She kissed him deeply and passionately, while his hands roamed over her back and her curves. She moved down and bit hard on his neck, and along his collarbone. She undid his buttons on dark chocolate brown shirt, that tease of a shirt, with her tongue. As more and more of his skin, the skin that she had craved, desired, and wanted, was revealed, she felt a tingling sensation somewhere down below her waist. She got halfway down his shirt, and, out of pleasure, Stella tore off the rest of his shirt and flung it off his bed. It fluttered down, almost in slow motion, like in a dream, before it made gentle impact with the floor below. She started touching and caressing his hard, smooth, chest with delicate and precise fingers. Touching every pressure point, and feeling the tiny wisps of hair that lead somewhere down his pants, and his quite enlarged member, in her fingers. Mac let out a gasp and Stella felt his heart beat quicken. His gasp erupted something within Stella. The animal within her had overcome her and she looked down at Mac as the prey, with her as the lioness. She started attacking Mac with bites, caresses, touches, and kisses all over his body, worshiping him. Shortly thereafter, Mac overcame her, picked her up, and tossed her on top of the bed, throwing himself on top of her.
“Well, well, well. Look who knows how to seduce somebody.”
“See for yourself, Mac. Someone looks a little bit happy to see me.”
Mac winked at her and proceeded to take off her shirt. He picked her up, and undid her bra with her teeth. He traced her breasts and teased her nipples with his tongue. Stella moaned a little bit louder than she had before. He kissed and caressed her as he made his way down her breasts to her stomach. Stella’s brain screamed at her demanding her to take off his clothes so she could finally see what Mac Taylor had been hiding from the world all this time.
“These pants are terribly annoying, Stella. They must go.”
He tugged at her belt of her dress pants, undid them, and took them off in one swift motion. He pressed his mouth into the soft, silky material of her underwear, and flicked his tongue expertly in her. Stella arched her back a little bit and her moan increased in both volume and pitch.
“It would seem that someone is also a bit happy to see me as well.”
His voice was like a tidal wave caused by a powerful hurricane. Crashing into her. Engulfing her. It echoed off the inner workings of her ear, and reverberated within her body, her heart, and at the exact part where Mac had just licked her. Oh God. I am so incredibly turned on and horny right now. I feel like anything he does would just make me erupt. He’s morphed me into his slave. His play toy. Now I know exactly why his voice has the ability to turn into a bedroom voice. It’s where he becomes alive. Where he becomes a magical being. Where he becomes a dominatrix. Sex Personified.
“Hey, no fair. You have to take off your pants down because if not, you know for a fact that I sure will, Mac.”
Mac leapt off the bed, and, much like an erotic dancer took off his pants. Slowly. Sensually. He could feel her pleasure increase as he himself let out a soft moan as he touched him, after he was completely naked. After climbing on top of the bed again, he made his way to Stella’s underwear, and took it off. He crawled back on Stella, so they were facing each other once again.
“You sure you want to do this, Stella? We can turn back right now if you don’t want too. I just want to make sure that you really want this.”
“Mac, trust me. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than you right now.”
Mac entered Stella very gently. They started into a rhythm rather quickly.
Stella gasped and screamed Mac’s name while her eyes started fluttering.
“Yes, Stella?”
Stella opened up her eyes. Sunlight was bathing her and the red walls around her. Oh shit. It was only a dream. A dream that will bring me no closer to feeling, touching, caressing, biting, licking, and kissing Mac.
“Yes, Stella?”
Little beads of sweat started trickling very slowly from Stella’s forehead. That voice. She turned to her left and was met with deep hazel eyes. Mac’s.
“What....?! Did we..how did you…uh…?! Why am I….?!”
Mac propped himself up so his head was on his shoulder, laughed, and said, “Yes, Stella. We did. Well, in your dream we did. It was really fun seeing you moan and move sexually around the bed.”
“Then how did I get in your apartment, Mac?”
“Well, let’s just say that I thought that you would be safer in my presence.” His face tensed up and he looked angry. He continued in his bedroom voice, his voice, that voice, “But, you’re in for one hell of night, Stella.”
Stella could already feel herself getting turned on.
~Fin
